Voiceless Thoughts

Having friends and family  

means nothing if you're lost in your own


Late nights and early mornings of

voiceless thoughts.


Family blinded from the signs

i'm losing hope and faith   

in myself!


My life withering away;

day by day

 hour by hour

  minute by minute

     second by second


With every second passing by

its full of

voiceless thoughts.  

This poem is about: 
My family


Bob The Builder5


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